The man saw that there was the bud of a flower growing in the palm of his hand. It was firm and pink and when it opened there was a shy, tiny face inside. The face never spoke or smiled, it simply stared in an odd, quizzical way. The man did not know anything about the face but he felt tenderly towards it and carefully protected it. He never used the hand that belonged to the flowerface; he held it at his side in a loose fist, so that no one could see. At night he would open his hand and lay it palm up, beside his cheek. As he fell asleep the face would begin to hum. It hummed softly all night, and the man would have the most moving, astonishing dreams.